Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Nas,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.